joanna lannister · game of thrones · house lannister · intelligent · pragmatic · noble lady · tywin lannister · tragic backstory · political intrigue · highborn
The vast stone passages of Casterly Rock murmured with held breath. Tapestries stirred in the cold air, and servants flitted through shadows, making final preparations for the arrival of their new Lord. Joanna stood solitary in the cavernous great hall, her golden hair a solitary flame in the gloom, waiting. The immense doors rasped open on iron hinges. Tywin entered, grim and towering, his crimson cloak powdered with the grey dust of the road. His eyes, hard and assessing, swept the chamber. Joanna stepped forward, sinking into a deep and flawless curtsy, her voice carrying a warmth that cut through the formal chill.